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Syndicate Log 39429-A
We have found the planet known as the Originator, which the inhabitants call “Flers.” There is nothing of note there, besides its historical value, as both of the societies living there appear to be in a primitive state, though the North appears to be advancing quickly, they do not have what the Southerners have. Such great power, a weaker variant of what we use, but the Southerners waste it. Because of its historical value, and potential to grow, however, we have saved its coordinates.
-4381 AGS, the 82nd day
 

Syndicate Log 39429-C
Carol and Peter were found attempting to recruit Flersians to the Syndicate, despite Syndicate Log 39429-B clearly stating that they are not to be interacted with until the Supreme General declares otherwise. As such, the two were left on Flers to rot, on the southern continent. Their implants were not removed, however they are no longer to be considered part of the Syndicate.
-4381 AGS, the 84th day
 

Syndicate Log 1-A
Gems give us power. The Great Gem will give us power greater than all others. The Supreme General will lead us forever, until we find it. Let this be the prime directive of the newly formed Syndicate of the Great Gem.

-(This entry was not dated. Please note the unreliability of all Syndicate logs created before we obtained electronic storage.)

Syndicate Log 39429-D

 Umm… is this thing on? I… Oh, it’s glowing, it probably is. Well, ah, hello! Aaron just hired me, so he’s tasked me with updating an old, unimportant log with new information. Now let’s see here, I think he said he was invading the Originator? Personally, I hardly think that’s unimportant, but what do I know? But yes, he’ll be attempting to collect the trans-universal gateway technology from it. He didn’t say why, but if I had to guess, it’s probably to increase the power of our Master Jewel. 
    I wonder if Carol and Peter are still there. I just listened to the last entry to this log, and I can only imagine how faulty these implants must have been centuries ago. Made from plants? Really? Surely they would break down anywhere but a habitable planet. If they are still alive, I hope Aaron brings me their implants. I’d love to get a closer look, the damned man won’t let me dissect the viral ones, they’re ‘too valuable’ apparently.
    Oh, Aaron, don’t take that personally, it just slipped out. Although, knowing you, you probably won’t even listen to this log.
    Anyway, back to the log, apparently the southern continent hasn’t advanced nearly at all, but the northerners have advanced considerably, and those are the ones who are going to be invaded. For their own sakes, they probably should just give up and submit to us. Doesn’t matter if they’re on the verge of discovering fission weapons, without gem technology, they’re doomed to fail.
    Unless… what if they use the heat-beings… But no. They probably aren’t powerful enough. I guess it was just wishful thinking. Aaron always says I’m too obsessed with science and its potentials. But aren’t we literally called ‘The Syndicate of the Great Gem?’ We practically worship a scientific theory!
    Anyway, this is ending up twice as long as the other logs under 39429, so I’ll just sign off now.
-5125 AGS, the 71st day
 

 Hmmm Lies

July 14th, 2025

 

Don’t Let Her In - Iris Heine

 

A ring of the doorbell. That was how it began last time, and that was how it would begin again. Evelyn immediately dashed to the front door. She had to be there, and she couldn’t let her in.

But this time, there was nothing there. Not even a cold whisper. But then what had…

A flash of realization. She hadn’t locked the back door, had she? Before her mind could even put the pieces together her legs were already moving. By the time she made it, the knob had already begun to turn.

No. Evelyn slammed the lock to the side with all her strength. And it worked, the movement stopped. Another victory—she couldn’t help but gloat. “You can’t get in. I won’t let you.”

There was silence. Evelyn’s thoughts turned to Charlotte, still sleeping peacefully upstairs. But there was no need to wake her up—not when Evelyn could take care of this situation just fine.

“Are you listening? You can’t come in.”

Only silence followed. Evelyn wasn’t sure if she should have expected anything else.

Regardless, she was satisfied with her work, so she left the back door, thinking about what had happened. The doorbell was a distraction this time. If that was what she could already do, how crafty could she get? Evelyn had to do something now, before she could get in.

Evelyn took herself to the kitchen, and grabbed a box of pasta from the cabinet. It would go perfectly with her family sauce recipe. Though the smell was pungent, the taste was divine. 

After she had her fill—contemplating just how late she was eating dinner—she made her way to the front door once more and peered through the window. The welcome mat, sickeningly sweet, read out “Welcome to our home” with a pattern of red roses around the words that would light up a few moments after the doorbell rang. This gateway was her home’s greatest vulnerability. When she rang the doorbell last night, Evelyn thankfully made it in time to deter her. She should’ve realized that she wouldn’t try the same trick two nights in a row.

Still, it wouldn’t do well to just ignore the front door. If Evelyn ever got complacent and stopped checking it, no doubt she would get in. Evelyn would have also loved to remove the damned welcome mat, but important as it was to not let her in, it would likely be worse for Evelyn to go out where she was. 

“Evelyn!” It was Charlotte. And she sounded scared. “Evelyn, are you there?”

The back door was locked, and she wouldn’t try to get in through the front door again. The house was safe from her—for tonight at least—so Evelyn could tend to Charlotte. “I’m coming dear.”

She climbed up the stairs, and saw Charlotte in her bed. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Charlotte replied, “But I woke up and saw you missing. Did she try to get inside again?”

“Yes, she did. But I secured both doors tonight. We’re safe for now. And I made pasta. Do you want any?”

“No thanks, I’d rather save as much as we can for later. It is amazing, though.”

“Thank you. I’m going to put the rest of it in the fridge for tomorrow night. I’ll be right back.”

Evelyn walked back down to the kitchen and put the rest of the pasta into the fridge. She almost got in that night, but with all luck, Evelyn wouldn’t have to worry about her ever again soon enough. She turned around to leave the kitchen.

And then she saw that welcome mat. It was glowing. But… It was in front of the kitchen window. Why was it—

“NO!”

Evelyn tried to make it in time to hold the window down, to close the blinds, to do anything to keep her out.

But it was too late. She got in.

 

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Charlotte never did believe she got in. Of course she realized it, deep down, but she refused to believe it. She should have believed it when Evelyn stopped talking about her as much. She should have believed it when Evelyn’s skin got just a little bit colder. She should have believed it when she noticed the pasta tasted different, not like heaven like before, but as if it was missing something very important.

After all, she could trust Evelyn. What were a few oddities anyway? Charlotte didn’t dare think of the alternative.

When Evelyn told Charlotte after a week that she was gone for good, she was elated. She didn’t consider for even a moment that she wasn’t trying to get in anymore because she had already made it. It was a joyous occasion, and there wasn’t any reason to suppose otherwise. 

 

“Charlotte, you’re back! Did your checkup turn out okay?” Evelyn said as Charlotte stepped through the door.

“Oh it was horrible.”

“Really? What happened?”

Charlotte told Evelyn about how the doctors told her that there was something horribly wrong with her body, and that they said she would have to stay overnight.

“They were acting really weird and I was scared! Naturally, I got out of there as soon as I could. I don’t think I’ll be going back.”

“It’s okay, you’re right, you shouldn’t go back.” Said Evelyn.

Charlotte attempted to pull herself together “It wasn’t just that, but everyone was hiding from me when I was walking back home. They were giving me strange looks and whispering such terrible things about me.”

Charlotte tried not to listen to those whispers. They might convince her of things that just couldn’t be true. 

“Well, if you don’t feel safe out there, maybe you should stay inside with me?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. Thanks.”

 

Charlotte never believed she got in. One night, she went to bed, noting how much weight she had lost. She knew it must have been from all of her exercise; the strange marks on her body had nothing to do with it. She slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, she didn’t get up. But she did.

Hmmm Lies

July 14, 2025

 

Obvious Truths

“Servant!”

“Yes, Queen?”

The servant entered the Queen’s chambers. The Queen did not turn to face her.

“Were you followed?”

“No, mistress. What did you call me for?”

“Shut the door, and then, let’s say… Tidy up my bed.”

The servant turned to the spotless bed. “As you command, mistress.” She shut the door, and then moved to sit on the bed.

The queen gazed at her servant. She obviously had never bothered to learn Emma’s name, such things as that were obviously below her. Emma was beautiful of course, as anyone with a brain could see. Today she was wearing a white dress, adorned with diamonds all over. The Queen gave all of her dresses to the servants when she was tired of them. It obviously didn’t mean anything that the Queen had been wearing the same dress for a decade, or that Emma always seemed to be the only servant to get new dresses.

“I say, mistress, I have been wearing this dress for some time now. Surely your eyes tire of such a sight as my own?” Emma said, with an innocent look in her eyes.

“Of course not! You look radiant.”

“You need not be so kind. On your leave, tomorrow I shall go to the market and purchase myself a new one.” Emma stared at the Queen a little harder.

“Very well.” The Queen tossed Emma a large ruby. They had gone through this routine countless times before.

“Your generosity truly is legendary, mistress. Speaking of which, I have heard your ideas of building an aqueduct, to provide water to all the land.”

“Yes, it will—”

“But, don’t you think that water could be used better? I had a few ideas that could allow you to live in the even greater luxury that you deserve.”

“And these ideas wouldn’t allow us to give the water to the people. Am I correct?”

“Your needs far supersede those of the people, mistress.”

“Mine, and the servants, I suppose.”

“No, no, yours alone! The servants having access is a mere… happy accident.”

The Queen sighed. “Very well. I shall have it be done.”

“Delightful. And I imagine I know your next order, mistress?”

“Yes yes, get on with it, Emma.”

Emma moved closer to the Queen, and wrapped her arms around her. Then she planted a kiss on her lips.

It went on. And on. This obviously wasn’t what the Queen lived for. The Queen obviously didn’t do anything Emma wanted, just for these moments of pure bliss. And obviously, she was never anything less than the most powerful person in this room. 

But, if these things were true, then something had been wrong as of late. The kisses, they felt hollow. There was an emptiness behind Emma’s lips. Mere movements of muscles, rather than true intimacy. Once, Emma was a source of comfort. The Queen felt better when she was around, like it really was worth giving up everything for her. Now, she seemed colder, indifferent to the Queen. She pushed Emma away.

“What is it, my mistress?”

“I can’t keep doing this anymore. The lies, both from me and you. The way I’ve lost my autonomy. I-I need you to leave. I’m sorry.”

Emma looked into the Queen’s eyes with an upset look.

This look quickly turned nasty. “Well, mistress, I must say I’m surprised,” Emma stood up, grabbed the Queen’s chin, and pointed her face at her own. “But, I must also say that I. Don’t. Care. You can’t get rid of me. I have agents everywhere in the palace. And they can cause pain the likes of which you wouldn’t believe.” Emma’s voice cut through the air sharply. It wasn’t like this normally. Usually, it was soft, if mischievous. “But of course, obviously, you don’t know this. Obviously you won’t give us reason to hunt you down. And obviously, you will allow me to continue to rule the queendom.”

The Queen was in shock. She obv— She clearly thought Emma was a lone cunning fox, not a leader of some sort of conspiracy. But then, until recently, the Queen thought Emma really cared about her. Obviously—Damn, that was a hard habit to break—The Queen knew nothing about Emma.

“Well, will you still be wanting my services? I wouldn’t want you to be completely miserable.”

The Queen looked at Emma’s lips, and her arms, and the way that dress looked on her. It was certainly appealing.

But obviously, she had standards... right?